Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Boho or Bust

There comes a time in every aspiring young bohemian's life when she or he embraces all the decorative trappings that come with the territory: the beaded curtains... the gazillion votive candles... the big faux-gilt mirrors... the Indian bedspreads hung just so over the futon... the cheeky holographic Jesus poster whose eyes follow you around the room.

Sadly, for me, those years are naught but hazy, patchouli-scented memories, which is why I have to pass on this biblioteca bookrack.

But perhaps it's not too late for you?

4 comments:

Cap'n Ganch said...

My mind knows that those are table halves, but my mind also thinks that the bookshelf is melting.

tuckova said...

500 Euro puts it somewhat out of my budget. Also, it totally looks like it's going to tip over as soon as you put anything actual on it.

Andi said...

I think I'm in love! Where is my psychedelic Jesus?

poodlerat said...

It looks to me like the kind of thing I'd find next to a plastic-covered sofa.

Looks less like table half than like four very ugly piano benches stacked against the wall. Someone should be very embarrassed.